Reblog To Give Your Mutuals A BLÅHAJ

I’m absolutely overstimulated…I want to pull my eyes out and throw them and run into the woods.

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Mutuals better turn on your boopometers so I can shower you in affection, or else

thinking hard about omega operative who got dishonorably discharged when they refused to roll over for their alpha captain. they wore it as a mark of pride anyways, but then they end up getting kidnapped by a group who rest suppressant drugs on them. Fast forward, a while later another omega is thrown into their cell; gaz.

gaz, who had already been close to his heat. gaz, who they brought in specifically for that reason to try the suppressants on him during such a time except you’d rather kill yourself before you’d let a fellow omega be used and abused while you are around. so you keep him behind you, snarling and biting at anyone who tries to come close to him.

in this cursed cell, you two bond just like; out of pure need and necessity and desperation for survival. you hold him through the worst of it and he clings to you, both of you more instincts than human.

survival eventually comes, in the form of memorizing the guards’ patterns and shifts and the timing of the suppressants. they dull your senses but not your mind, and it’s always been your sharpest weapon.

idk how it happens here but like. you do end up escaping, and you carry gaz with you, aware he’s still not fully there yet, still clouded by the latest doze they’d given him, and then you manage to somehow contact his team. when they find you, both you and gaz passed out, you are covering him with your body.

and when you wake up in a hospital, more aware than you’d been in months, you can’t even try to leave or move; there are three pairs of eyes peering at you and you are in gaz’s arms, who growls in his sleep each and every time you shift.

“you two have bonded.” price tells you, jaw tight and brows furrowed like an angry bear. then he sighs. “…you are staying. just for now, at least.”

(“now” turns to days, then weeks, then months, and by the time you realize it you have already made yourself a part of their pack).

any trans person reading this I love you

any woman reading this I love you

any poc minority reading this I love you

any queer person reading this I love you

i’m so fucken sick and i’m exhausted. Don’t know what I’ve got. Could be the absolute piss yellow clouds of pollen? absolutely! Could I have gotten something from the little brats that were near me open mouth coughing- that was definitely a sick cough? yup!

I had to let my baby go. My mind is just so mentally exhausted and drained. The way I just want to sleep for a few days straight. My heart can’t handle anything more. I just wanna be with her again.

To top off this shitty day, I’ve had a 3 day long migraine that is making me sick and nauseous.

Help me! Smells are triggering me to wretch like a cat, noise and all. I wanna gag every time I smell meat. (This is just me being weird, not pregnant. lol)

Breeding as a concept? Amazing

Mentions of breeding/getting pregnant during dirty talk? Outstanding

Real life pregnancy? No. Horrifying. Never. Hard pass. Worst thing imaginable.